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My mom, Elizabeth Olech, was born into a large family with three other siblings, so the house was always buzzing. Her father was a police officer, as was my great-grandfather, who was a police chief. In those days, there was a big problem with the Ukrainian mafia and their rampant criminality, from petty robberies to killing innocent victims. My great-grandfather was a dedicated family man and a police chief attempting to better the community, making safety a priority.

One cold night, when he was doing paperwork at the station, some Ukrainian bandits loaded with heavy machine guns tried to take over the police station only to be met with hard resistance from the police officers in the building. What ensued for less than ten minutes was a bloodbath of horror movie proportions that took the lives of many great police officers, leaving behind a trail of pain for their wives, husbands, parents, and children.

One of the brave officers who lost their lives that night was my great-grandfather who had died doing what he believed—protecting and serving his community and doing what he thought was right. The meaningless tragedy is remembered today with a monument bearing all of the officers’ names who lost their lives that night.